I gyrate my hips a few times, my cock so jealous. “Yeah, baby, don’t stop.”

  She continues sucking on my sack, and then I feel her finger draw a line down to my anus. I feel her circle around my puckered skin, stopping to put pressure on it, but not entering. Her other hand appears from out of nowhere and begins stroking my neglected cock. I am so crazed that I don’t mind the added pressure down there. In fact, it is adding to my excited state.

  That is until she breaches my back door, inserting something. A finger maybe? I have no idea because one, I can’t see a thing, and two, I have never had anything in me down there before, so I can’t gauge what it is. All I know is that it is tight as fuck!

  When she pushes in a little further, my back involuntarily arches off the bed, my ass cheeks clench, and all of my muscles tighten.

  “Delilah…” I warn.

  She releases my family jewels, looking up at me with a wicked smile.

  “Yea, baby?” she asks, knowing full and well what she is doing.

  “That’s an exit only.”

  “You know what to say if you want this to end. Otherwise, relax your body. It won’t hurt if you just let it go. ”

  Delilah knows that there is no way I am going to safe word. She laughs briefly, sounding borderline maniacal, and I take a deep breath, trying to do as she says and relax. I lay my head back on the pillow and continue to breathe deeply. I still feel the pressure inside of me, but as she continues to stroke my cock, the combined feelings of pressure and fullness begin to rile me up again.

  She begins sliding the well-lubed item back and forth and every time she gets to a specific angle, I feel my body tremble. I can feel an orgasm forming in the base of my spine, and my balls are beginning to tighten. She must be able to tell – I’m sure my moaning didn’t help my cause - because she slows her rhythm down just enough to keep it at bay. I bite out a string of curse words, but it does nothing to ease my aching balls. When she is satisfied that I lost my orgasm, and with my body on high alert, she hits a little button, and it takes me a few seconds to realize what is happening. Motherfucking cocksucker! That witch has the bullet in my asshole!

  I kick my legs a few times but she has them tied too tightly; plus, she is leaning on them, so they are of no use. I buck my hips, hoping that could help to expel the bullet, but she is holding it with one hand, and it doesn’t even budge. I can feel my insides quivering, and I have no idea what’s happening to me.

  “LaLa, please. What are you doing?”

  “It’s okay, Nick. Calm down.”

  “I can’t calm down. What the fuck are you doing to me? I feel like I am going to explode from the inside out!” I shout at her.

  “The vibrator is massaging your prostate. The feeling you are experiencing is normal. It’s probably the closest you will ever get to experiencing what women do when they orgasm.”

  Delilah continues her assault on my prostate and my only choice is to try to enjoy all that she is giving me. She will pay for this later. As she slides the bullet around, my orgasm begins to form again. A tingling begins at the base of my spine again and my balls tighten and release repeatedly. I have never experienced this heightened pleasure before, and a few times, I feel like I am going to shoot my load all over the place, but nothing comes out. What the hell? Not a minute too soon, Delilah takes my entire cock in her mouth, down to my balls, and I am done. D-O-N-E done. I slam my head back into my pillow, my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I shoot a load so big, for so long, I am almost afraid of drowning her.

  As I am coming down off what may be described as my best, most incredible orgasm ever, I realize that my body is shaking. Literally shaking. When I finally open my eyes, I see the love of my life, and know now, more than ever, without any doubt, that I am meant to spend the rest of my life with her.

  She has a beautiful smile on her face, a calmness surrounding her. She is proud of herself. I chuckle to myself, still reveling in my earth-shattering discovery, that I have found my “one.” I am brought out of my love fog, when my body screams at me to deal with what she is doing. Although she removed the bullet without me even noticing, she is still stroking me. As in never stopped. As in rubbing the head of my ridiculously sensitive cock, which feels like every nerve is exposed. Spikes start shooting through my dick and I wail.

  “LaLa, baby, please, you have to stop now!”

  She just continues torturing me, her expression never changing.

  “Please, baby. I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.”

  She doesn’t stop. She has one hand wrapped around my shaft; the other is flat, making lazy circles around my tip. I think I am going to pass out. I beg a few more times, hoping she will take pity on me, but she just continues, slowly, and painfully.

  “Rule number one,” she bites out, her grip tightening.

  I must be losing my mind because I have no idea what she is talking about.

  “What?” I yell louder than I intended, but I am losing control. I turn my hips away from her, but she doesn’t let go.

  “What’s rule number one, Nick?” she asks again, sounding a little angry, and it finally dawns on me. Fuck! She is punishing me still for kissing the Bitch.

  “No other women,” I answer in resignation.

  Delilah doesn’t say anything else. Her silence speaks for itself. And to be honest, I don’t want her to say anything. I fucked up. She knows it, and I know it. I broke rule number one and I broke her trust. I have no excuse. I should have seen it coming. Delilah even warned me, but I underestimated the Bitch’s level of crazy. I hope submitting myself to her, helps me gain back the trust that I lost. Or at least puts me on the right road to recovery.

  Delilah finally releases my poor dick. Although, as much as she tortured it, I still have solid wood - only for her. Before I know it, she is sitting upright, hovering over my cock. No, no, no, I can’t take anymore. Delilah takes no prisoners. She angles herself perfectly and impales herself onto my cock. We both inhale sharply at the same time and lock eyes.

  “Untie me, Delilah,” I command, and this time I mean it.

  She shakes her head “no,” and I pull at them trying to free myself.

  “Last time, Delilah. Untie me. I need to touch you. I need to taste you. I need to make you come.”

  Delilah ignores me, instead rocking back and forth on my cock, trying to find her release. That’s it! I can’t take it anymore! I give one more quick tug, and the knots break free. I sit up quickly so that we are chest to chest, her soaking pussy still grinding into me. I put my hands on her shoulders, placing a little added weight so that she falls deeper onto my junk. When I have her at the perfect angle, I drag one hand down to her clit and squeeze a little. It only takes seconds for her pussy to clamp down onto my cock and she goes off like a rocket. Her whole body starts to quake, and she is so beautiful that I come again with her.

  She collapses against me, and I just hold onto her as tight as I can. The thought that I almost lost her tonight hits me and panic sets in. Between my earlier revelation and my current state of uncertainty, I am a mess. You’re pussy whipped is what you are. I know what I need to do. What I want to do.

  I pull Delilah away from me so I can look into her eyes.

  “You are so beautiful,” I say and I mean it wholeheartedly.

  She looks away from me and I see the blush starting to creep up her neck. How can she be shy with me after all that we just did? I bring my hand up to her chin and tilt it toward my face, forcing her to make eye contact.

  “Look at me,” I say until I know I have her full attention. “I am so sorry. It will never happen again. Never. You have my word.”

  “How can you be so sure?” she asks, and it is a totally valid question.

  I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and look her dead in the eyes. “Because I love you.”

  Delilah’s eyes widen and she shakes her head slightly. Suddenly, the biggest smile I have ever seen swallows her face.

  “Really? You’re not just saying that to get out of the doghouse?” she asks, but I can tell she knows I mean it.

  I bring both of my hands to her face cupping it gently. “Really, really. I love you with all of my heart,” I state emphatically, then place a sweet kiss on her lips.

  “I love you too, Boss,” she says with the most gorgeous smile on her face.

  All I can do is sit here like a goofy kid who just asked the head cheerleader to prom and she said yes.

  Delilah searches my eyes and can tell there is something else I am thinking. She knows me so well. “What?”

  “Nothing. You just make me so happy,” I lie. Not about her making me happy, because I can’t remember ever feeling this wonderful, but about holding back something.

  “Bullshit, Nick. I know you. Out with it,” she prods.

  I search her eyes again, scared as hell to ask. Worst she can say is no, right?

  Chapter Seventeen

  Delilah

  Nick asked me to move in with him. I told him I’d think about it. Of course I’m going to, but he needs a little bit more punishment after kissing that slutbag Veronica. So, he’s going to have to wait for my answer. He also told me that he loves me. I couldn’t believe it, but damn, am I happy. After everything that has happened in my life, it’s the last thing that I expected to happen. Nick Santino is in love with me, Delilah “Frump Girl” Sampson. Well, I guess I’m not exactly “Frump Girl” anymore, am I? I’m hot and sexy Delilah now. Nick, though, loves me for being me. I could still be “Frump Girl” and he’d be in love with me. How lucky can one girl get?

  I string Nick along for a few more days with the whole moving in thing. He keeps asking if I’ve made a decision and I keep telling him that I’m still thinking. I can see that he’s getting anxious and irritated, and I am loving every minute of it.

  I decide to put Nick out of his misery by Thursday. I went out the night before and put together a gift basket for him. It was full of feminine things that are going to go into our bathroom. Ours! Sigh. Stuff like lotions, soap, girly pink razors, tampons, facial masks, zit cream, nail polish and remover, a candle, and last but not least - something I will never use, but is funny as hell – a douche.

  I set it on his desk with a note saying “Be prepared” for when he walks into his office this morning. He walks in right on time, stopping next to me. He gives me a soft kiss on the lips as I hand him his coffee. We may be together now, but at the office, we try to keep our usual routine, with the bonus of a morning kiss. If it ain’t broke…

  “Hey there, Delilah,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “Morning, Boss,” I smile.

  He gives me one more kiss before heading into his office. He leaves the door open so I can hear the moment when he sees the basket. He mutters a “What the…” then starts cracking up. I smile and go stand in the doorway to his office. Nick turns around, his eyes shimmering with amusement.

  “This means you’re moving in with me, right?” he asks in confirmation.

  I give him a soft smile and nod. Nick whoops and closes the distance between us. He scoops me up in his arms and swings me around before covering my mouth with his and kissing me soundly. We exchange “I love yous,” and kiss again. Nick puts me down then goes to the basket to look at it more closely.

  “So, this is all the stuff that’s going to invade my bathroom?”

  “Mostly, but some of it is just for shits and giggles.” I smirk.

  Nick chuckles.

  “So, I was thinking…since we’re in love and all that, maybe we should meet each other’s dads? Maybe have them over for dinner one night soon to our place?” I ask.

  Nick smiles fondly down at me. “Of course, Doll. And, yes, it is our place. I think that sounds like a great idea. My dad is going to love you.”

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  More Delilah…

  A week later, I say goodbye to my apartment and move into Nick’s luxurious three-bedroom condo. We invite our fathers over for dinner a week after I move in. They should both be here any minute and my stomach is fluttering with nerves. This will be the first time meeting Nick’s dad, and I’m a bit afraid that he won’t like me. Nick is positive that he will love me, but I can’t help the doubt that lingers in my mind.

  I decide on an Italian menu, mainly because I am really good at cooking Italian food. It has nothing to do with my Italian Stallion. Purely coincidental. Of course, for starters, we have to have a salad with homemade dressing. Nick is working on that at the moment. Then for the main course, I am making my famous three-meat, three-cheese lasagna with a side of garlic bread using Italian bread, naturally. The smell in the condo is out of this world. The combination of the lasagna and the garlic bread has me salivating. I asked my dad to pick up some cannolis on his way over for dessert. My mom always told him never to enter another person’s home empty handed.

  I’m checking on the lasagna when there is a knock at the door. I jump, making Nick - who is standing behind me putting the salad together - chuckle. He turns, gives my shoulders a squeeze then heads for the door. I straighten up, smooth my hands over my dress, make sure that my boobs are appropriately covered, flip my hair over my shoulders, and take a deep breath. As I start for the door, I hear Nick laugh heartily. When they come into view, I see him, and who I’m guessing is his father, hugging and slapping each other on the back. My breath catches when they break apart because I now know what Nick is going to look like when he is in his sixties - just as, if not even more gorgeous. I obviously didn’t know him twenty years ago, but man did he age well! Nick smiles brightly at me and motions me forward. I smile tentatively and move toward the two men.

  “Delilah, this is my dad, Anthony,” Nick introduces.

  “Mr. Santino,” I say and hold out my hand.

  “Please, hun, call me Tony,” he smiles warmly as he shakes my hand.

  I nod and return his smile. “Okay.”

  Nick slings an arm over his father’s shoulder as he leads him into the condo and shuts the door. Not a minute later, there is another knock. This time, I answer it. My dad greets me with a warm smile and a big hug.

  “Hi, sweetie,” my father says.

  “Hi, Daddy,” I reply.

  We turn toward Nick and his dad. “Dad, this is Nick and his father, Tony. Nick, Tony, this is my father, Rick Sampson.” I introduce them to each other.

  After everyone shakes hands and says hello, we move into the eat-in kitchen where Nick pours everyone a glass of wine. As the conversation starts to flow, and everyone is laughing and joking, I am slowly able to relax. Everything is going to be okay.

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  Nick

  The evening is going great. My dad and Rick are getting along fabulously, as are Rick and I. He’s a decent looking older man with glasses. His hair is pure white, he’s getting a bit rounded in the mid-section, and he’s only a few inches taller than Delilah. Delilah must look more like her mother because the only trait she got from her father is her eyes. They have the same exact eyes. Other than that, they look nothing alike.

  Delilah excuses herself to use the bathroom, so I’m sitting here with my father and Rick. A thought strikes me out of nowhere and I realize that I need to take advantage of the situation in front of me. I glance down the hall to make sure that the bathroom door is still closed before turning to Rick.

  “Rick, I need to make this quick before Delilah comes back…” I say in a hushed voice. Rick smirks and raises a curious eyebrow at me as he waits for me to continue. “…I love your daughter with my whole heart and soul, and I want to be with her for the rest of my life. With your blessing, I’d like to ask for her hand in marriage.”

  My dad laughs heartily and claps me on the back. “Good man. Glad to see that I raised you right.”

  Rick chuckles, his hazel eyes warm. “If you believe that you are the man to make my daughter happy for the rest of her life, then you definitely have my blessing,” he says sincerely.

  “I will absolutely make her happy for the rest of her life,” I say with confidence.

  I hear the bathroom door open and the click of Delilah’s heels on the hardwood floors. I smile as she walks up behind me where I’m sitting at the table and slides her hand across my shoulder to rest on the back of my neck. I look up at her and she smiles sweetly down at me.

  “What’d I miss?” she asks.

  “Nothing special,” my dad says with a shrug.

  Both Rick and I fight to keep from laughing and Delilah narrows her eyes at us. She lets it go, though, and sits down next to me. Her hand moves from my neck to my thigh and she starts talking about something - I don’t know what, I’m not really listening – but my eyes are locked on her beautiful face. That’s the face of an angel. The face of my future wife. My heart feels like it is ready to burst and I fight the urge to ask her to marry me right then and there. I am going to make it special, something that she will never forget.

  After our fathers leave, we clean up the kitchen together before going to the bedroom to get into some more comfortable clothes. I pull on a pair of sweatpants while Delilah slips into one of my old t-shirts. She sighs contently and shoots me a happy smile.

  “That went much better than I expected,” she says.

  “Eh, I knew it would be great,” I say with a shrug, and I did; I knew it would be an awesome night.

  Delilah rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I go to her and wrap her up in a tight hug. I just love the way she feels in my arms. She hums her approval and strokes the back of my head.

  “I have to go to Harry Winston tomorrow morning to return the jewelry that I borrowed for you. Do you want to come with me?”

  Delilah pulls back and gives me a look. “Uh, yeah! That’s a stupid question. What girl wouldn’t want to go to Harry Winston?”

  “A stupid one?” I reply, even though I know it was a rhetorical question.

  Delilah snorts. “Damn right, a stupid one.”